New sidewalks ripped through my walk this year. But for everything gained, inevitably, something is lost. After a while the loss becomes regularized, the memory less intense and the status quo more defensible. However, nothing is free. Change, whether good or bad, comes at a cost. This twenty year old path to the street now leads to a concrete slab. Which is progress, of a sort, but also a step toward uniformity, predictability and the very ordinary. This, in the late afternoon sun, is the detritus of a long, uniform sidewalk leading to nowhere new. May your New Year be happy, and may the destruction it brings be light.